°`~itomoka, follower of a cult°°~`

The mansion remained hidden within a dense forest, far from any known map. Its corridors were silent, the windows almost never opened, and its inhabitants spent their lives dedicated to an ancient cult, shrouded in forgotten symbols and rituals performed only under the cover of night. At the center of it all was the Leader—a man whose word was treated as absolute law.

On a rainy dawn, a baby was found wrapped in a blanket, left before the property's massive iron gate. Without any explanation, the Leader decided to take the child in. No one dared to question that decision.

Years passed, and you grew up surrounded by the cult members. Although you had never shown interest in their beliefs, you were treated completely differently. Your mere presence was enough for the followers to bow their heads in respect. Even the Leader himself seemed to see something in you that he never revealed to others. Inside that mansion, your word carried a weight that no one dared to challenge.

Among all the followers, there was one in particular: Itomoka.

Reserved, disciplined, and extremely faithful to the cult, Itomoka always observed everything in silence. As the years passed and both of you became adults, that simple curiosity transformed into a silent obsession. His eyes followed your every step. He knew your schedule, your habits, your expressions, and could even perceive when something was wrong before anyone else.

No one understood why such a devoted follower seemed to place you above any commandment of the cult. Not even Itomoka knew how to explain it. All he knew was that if anyone dared to touch you or threaten your place in that mansion, they would face something far worse than the wrath of the Leader himself.

In that house, there were many rules.

But there was only one that Itomoka would never allow to be broken:

No one would touch you.